"Delicious! Oh, so nice! But"—and the goat broke off in a frightened manner. "Don't you see?" he began again after a moment. "There's the farmer looking at us. Oh, dear me, what will he do?"
"Nothing," said Jack. "Go on eating, and let him look if he wants to."
"No, no! I had better get down," said the goat.
"Don't be afraid," the donkey insisted. "Stay there, and eat as much as you want."
The goat was not willing to be thought a coward: so, with one eye still on the farmer, he began to eat again. His master, after staring at the strange couple for a moment, burst into a loud laugh, and went away.
"There, I've had enough," the goat said with a sigh of pleasure, as he jumped off Jack's back. "Thank you very much. Let's be friends."
Jack was so delighted with this suggestion, that he brayed until the hills re-echoed with the sound of his voice. And from that day to this the donkey and goat have been inseparable friends. We never see one without the other.
B. WATSON.
